[Shen Xia + HP] In the name of a detective

In the afternoon in London, the weather is rare and clear, but the sun is not glaring, which is a good weather for traveling.

Sherlock was sitting on the sofa on the second floor of 221B Baker Street, holding a heavy book in his hand. He frowned and hummed softly from time to time to express his disdain, as if he was very dissatisfied with the content of the book .

After returning home, Watson had just walked to the door of the living room when he heard Sherlock's voice slowly saying, "John, please borrow your mobile phone."

"Where's yours?" Watson is used to Sherlock's behavior of frequently borrowing a mobile phone or a laptop, although he already knows that his answers are nothing more than "the mobile phone is in the bedroom" or "the computer is too far away from me." Answers like these, but I couldn't help but ask one more question.

"In my bedroom, I just wanted to ask Mrs. Hudson to come up and help me, but no matter how loud I used, she couldn't hear me." Sherlock didn't look up at Watson, continuing to be impatient Flipping the pages of the book, "So, I can only wait for you to come back."

"What if I never come back?" Watson asked angrily, but still took out his mobile phone from his pocket and handed it to Sherlock.

"You went to that Sally to explain and apologize today. You left home at nine o'clock in the morning. After calculating the time, you should be back by now." Sherlock continued to read the book, but did not take Watson's phone over, but She raised her chin to signal him to send text messages for herself.

Watson, who was seen through, resisted the urge to drop the phone and walk away. He kept reminding himself that the phone belonged to him, and corrected him: "Her name is Sarah, not Sally. Officer Donovan's name is Sarah." Li."

"It's not important. I can't remember the names of those people, especially those idiots at Scotland Yard." Sherlock shrugged, and then realized that he seemed to include Aurora , so he added, "Except for Aurora."

"I do remember, you remember Inspector Lestrade's name." Watson retorted, remembering the previous "Pink Research" case.

"I couldn't remember it at first, but Aurora insisted that it was a kind of disrespect to people not to remember or to say the wrong name. So I can only occupy a folder in the thinking palace and remember something like 'Greg' is such an insignificant thing." Sherlock finally turned to the last page of the book, quickly closed it as if relieved, and threw it on another sofa far away from him.

Watson felt that he had been shown again, so he stopped discussing this topic and turned over the book that Sherlock had just disliked on the sofa. It was in a pure black cardboard package with a gold-plated title on it.

Hamlet.

"You're actually reading "Hamlet"?" Watson was shocked again. According to what he knew about Sherlock these days, he hated reading this kind of literary classics the most.

"I'm not watching, but I've already finished reading it. John, pay attention to your wording." Sherlock caught the flaw in Watson's words, corrected it, and then explained that his tone was full of disgust, "If it's not I lost to Aurora yesterday, so I wouldn’t read this kind of book. The plot of this script is unreasonable. In the last scene, Hamlet was poisoned the earliest and the deepest, but he was the last to die.”

"What did you lose?" Watson skipped Sherlock's complaints. He was more concerned about why he lost to Aurora than this. He could probably guess at this moment that Sherlock wanted to send a text message to Aurora. , complained about the plot in "Hamlet", so he opened the interface of the address book and asked casually.

"Aurora insisted on playing a game, the rule is that both players have to think about a person or something in their minds, and then take turns asking questions about the other person's thinking, and when answering, they can only say yes or no, guess first You win." Sherlock was very annoyed when he remembered the situation when he played the game yesterday, and simply explained the rules to Watson.

"And you lost?" Watson was very surprised. After all, it stands to reason that if judged by Sherlock's deductive method, it is impossible for him to lose.

"After Aurora asked if it was a woman in the first round, she guessed that I was thinking of her." Sherlock regretted it now when he thought about it.

"But if you guess correctly the first time, it's a draw." Watson flipped through the "Hamlet" in his hand and said.

"I guess it's me, but it's not." Sherlock scratched the curls of his hair, his anxiety evident.

"What is that?" Hearing this, Watson was also very curious about what that thing Aurora had chosen in her heart.

"What." Sherlock replied a little depressed.

"What?" Watson didn't understand.

"It's her beckoning cat, the stupid name 'what' was given by you." While explaining, Sherlock still satirized Watson and "what".

When Watson heard this, he couldn't care less about Sherlock's already sunken face, and couldn't help laughing.

Sherlock looked at Watson, who was laughing up and down in front of him, and felt uncomfortable for a while. He decided to poke his sore spot, and said flatly, "You still have the mood to laugh at me. It seems that you get along well with Sally."

As Sherlock expected, Watson couldn't laugh anymore when he heard this sentence. However, he couldn't hold back his laughter for a while, and coughed for a long time before choking out a sentence: "It's Sarah, not Sally."

"With such a name, I assume she likes to eat salad." Sherlock snorted softly and said very soullessly.

Watson briefly explained the process of apologizing to Sarah, but emphasized the outcome of the matter: "At least after I explain it, I won't go to see a Chinese circus duel with gangsters, and I won't be ordering takeout. After being kidnapped and almost dying, Sarah still agreed to watch a movie with me tomorrow."

"What's wrong with such a date?" Sherlock said "such a date" refers to "going to see a Chinese circus duel with gangsters", expressing that he couldn't understand Watson and the person whose name he couldn't remember might be Sarah or Sarah. Li's thinking, and said with a look of disgust, "Watching a movie? It's boring."

"But you have to know that a normal person's date should be to go to a movie or have a meal, and do these kinds of activities that you think are boring together." Watson sat on another sofa and read the book "Hamlet" Stretched on his knees, he curiously turned to the last scene, intending to read it carefully, and then seemed to think of something suddenly, and asked, "Sherlock, don't you date Aurora every time?" Let's go investigate the case and catch the murderer together?"

At this moment, Sherlock wanted to admit it confidently, and guaranteed that Aurora would also like this way of dating, but when he heard Watson's interrogative tone full of contempt, he felt that he might not be able to admit it confidently, so he chose to remain silent Voice.

Seeing that Sherlock didn't answer, Watson naturally guessed the answer to this question. He sighed deeply, felt sorry for Aurora for three seconds, then shook his head and said, "Aurora hasn't broken up with you yet. , your luck is really good."

"Aurora wouldn't like going to the movies," Sherlock said firmly.

"It's even more unlikely that Aurora would like to think of detectives as dating." Watson said even more firmly.

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Aurora has always believed that gloomy weather is suitable for watching horror-themed movies and TV dramas, sunny weather is suitable for watching love-themed movies and TV dramas, and dark and windy nights are suitable for watching suspense-themed movies and TV dramas.In general, there is only one sentence, life is watching TV series non-stop.

After finally taking a late sleep and making up for the lack of sleep during the case of the Black Lotus Association a few days ago, Aurora finally lifted the quilt at twelve noon and rolled on the bed sat up.She put on the pair of black cotton slippers, walked to the window of the bedroom, opened the curtains and looked at the weather outside.

The weather is clear, cloudless, and the sun is mild. It is a good weather for watching TV dramas about love.

Holding the quilt and settling down on the sofa in the living room, using a magic wand to direct all kinds of kitchen utensils to make a simple breakfast that can be regarded as lunch, Aurora drank milk while gnawing on bread slices with eggs, ham and corn kernels , turned on the smart TV, and randomly selected "Pride and Prejudice" produced by the BBC in 1995.

Just when I saw the heroine Elizabeth was going to visit her sick sister Jane Bennett, the doorbell rang downstairs.Aurora is nestling comfortably on the sofa and eating breakfast (lunch) under the quilt, and she is not prepared to go downstairs to open the door. Anyway, the doorbell is just a symbol, and Sherlock will pry it in a short time. lock in.

After hearing the sound of Sherlock's footsteps going upstairs finally stopped, Aurora just finished drinking the last sip of milk at this time, turned to look at him, and asked excitedly, "Have you finished reading?"

"It's over." Sherlock walked to the sofa and found that there was no place for him.Although there was not only this sofa in the living room, he still lifted a corner of the quilt and sat next to Aurora.

"What do you think about Hamlet's journey of revenge, or his love tragedy with Ophelia?" Aurora shrank back to the edge of the sofa, making a place for Sherlock to sit, her gaze Floating back to the TV screen again, staring at Mr. Darcy inside for a moment.

"I have no other opinion other than being surprised that the plot is so unreasonable." Sherlock sneered at the script, saying that he had nothing to say.

Aurora supported her forehead with black lines all over her face, and muttered in a low voice, "This is one of Shakespeare's 'four tragedies', and it is his most famous play. Is it really good for you to say that?"

"Then what do you think of Hamlet's mental journey of wanting revenge?" Sherlock asked casually.

"Many criminals are now motivated by revenge. I think this may be helpful for studying their psychology." Olorat replied solemnly, holding her chin.

The author has something to say:

Today I found a small worm and two large reptiles in the room. My roommate screamed in fright and asked me to get rid of them quickly.I threw that little worm directly into the toilet, but the reptile is really long and big, and it crawls very fast, so I feel a little weak.Now I am typing, and the two reptiles are at my feet, probably attracted by something in the trash can.After saving this chapter in the draft box in a while, I will have the courage to destroy them two. After all, my roommate is very timid, and I can't point to her.

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